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-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

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[ There's a knock on your door, and Howard is standing out in the hall with his hands casually in his pockets as he waits. ]

[ That sound of nails on the floor is not Bucky, it's Crepe who ends up sticking her nose out the door when he opens it. ]

You're not goin' nowhere sweetheart. [ And looking up. Howard. ] Steve ain't in.

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[ Howard raises a surprised eyebrow, thinking for a moment he's referring to him as sweetheart, and then he spots the snout poking out. ]

Bucky, honey, don't wanna break your heart, but I ain't interested. [ But you're attractive, okay? ] Who's the little lady?

[ He knows he's attractive, but stop looking, okay? You make him want to stick pins in his eyes. ] Crepe.

[ All the answer you're getting for now. ] What d'you want?

You planning on eating the damn thing? [ But, look, the dog? Is so much cuter than you, Bucky, so now you're off the hook. ] She yours?

Figured I'd drop by, say hi. People do this sort'a stuff, right? [ Do they? He loses track. ]

[ Sigh. Sigh. He doesn't want to be a good person, but fine. Opening that door while Crepe does that skippy THERE IS A PERSON thing. ]

Yeah, she's mine. Come in.

[ Howard's not smiling at the dog, okay? Tell anyone and you die. ] Easily excited, ain't she?

[ And he's not going to turn that down, so he steps inside. ] Cosy place y'got.

No accounting for taste. [ Look, he's not annoyed she's ignoring him in favour of examining Howard, that would be ridiculous. ]

Get y'anythin'?

Never say no to a beer if you got one going.

[ This will give him time alone with the adorable fluff ball to make a move. ]

[ You will die. Die.

Heading to the kitchen. ] Don't fuck with anythin'.

What d'you think I'm gonna do? Forgot to put on my blowing things up pants this morning.

[ He crouches down and lets the Crepe clambering at his bent knees, slobbering all over his face, and he's actually laughing at this. ] Hey, hey, c'mon, princess, don't wanna get too friendly.

[ He can sense this fuckery from the kitchen, Howard. Grabbing the beer, and his coffee, because his hangover's still raging, and kicking it with him doesn't feel like a good idea right now. Coming back, he puts the beer on a box he's using as a temporary table, turns to sink into one of the armchairs. ]

Crepe, sweetheart, you don't know where he's been.

[ Struggling to get the dog to calm down, Howard finally makes it to a seat, picks up the beer and doesn't hesitate to make himself comfortable. ]

She probably got a better idea than me. [ Taking a drink. ] Loving the style y'got going on with the table.

Steve broke the last one, guess he don't know his own strength.

What'd he do, trip over it?

Tripped over the little madam there. [ Or sand. ] She ain't pleased with him.

[ Taking a sip of coffee. ]

[ A lopsided smile isn't trying to escape, okay? And his eyes certainly don't light up every time he looks at the dog. ]

Y'know what broads are like, gotta keep you on your toes or life ain't worth living for 'em.

[ She's scrambling up on the chair beside Howard, and Bucky heaves a sigh at it. ]

Yeah, she sure is somethin'.

[ Unable to hold back any longer, he helps her onto his knee, grinning at her and flashing Bucky a smug look. ]

Wanna be careful with this one, might try my chances if she keeps this up.

They won't find your body.

[ Resting his coffee cup on his lap as Crepe nudges Howard before looking to Bucky. ] I'll forgive you eventually, darling.

Father's a violent guy, ain't he, sugar? [ He lets her lick his mouth, making kissy noises and tickling her belly. ]

Oh, c'mon, y'fallen out with your own dog?

[ Huff. He refuses to answer because Howard is driving him mad. ]

So, why're you here again?

Figured I'd stop by for the charming company'a yours. Wouldn't wanna miss out.

[ He mutters something into Crepe's ear, and then she jumps down, sits at Bucky's feet and nudges his leg with her nose as if she's apologising. ]

[ Oh fine, pup. Bucky just pats his knee and Crepe is immediately climbing up to nose under his jaw. ] Yeah, yeah. Me too.

[ Side-eyeing Howard. ] So, you're settlin' in?

Awh would ya look at that, the two'a you are just precious.

[ And damn it, he's slightly jealous that she isn't his dog. ]

Don't got much'a choice, do I? And it ain't so bad here.

-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

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